“Its okay. I know it shouldn’t be such a big issue anyways.” Not that knowing that could stop it being SUCH a big issue for Elliott anyways. He just couldn’t stand the idea that Blaine had seen him like that and had time to stare. Not just someone staring, but BLAINE staring, Blaine judging him for the love handles and muffin top. He hated it.
Elliott strolled into the kitchen properly, trying to act unbothered as he hopped up on the counter next to Blaine, perching in the edge and giving the other a slightly tight smile. “Besides, y’all can’t help making it weird – mainly cause y’all can’t help staring apparently.” He gave a small laugh and nudged Blaine’s thigh with his knee. Close proximity to the other just felt like a smidgen closer to the comfort and hugs he felt like he needed after that.
Blaine gave a quiet laugh trying his best to keep patching up the distance that was suddenly smashed down between them. “Well. You can’t blame me,” he smirked hoping that it was as playful as he wanted it to come off as. Then gave Elliott’s knee a light jab with his elbow back, “You make a very pretty picture to stare at. It’s not my fault that you are gorgeous enough to make my brain not listen to the common sense part that said looking away sooner rather than later would have saved us from this mess.”
Did Elliott believe him?
The longer he watched his attempts to hide how uncomfortable he was–the more Blaine was tuning into the fact that he might not. Oh God, that was an awful feeling. How could someone who had the same issues than he’d care to count tell him he understood but Elliott was so so..beautiful just the way he was? Stepping a few paces to the side until he stood in front of Elliott’s bent knees–Blaine braced his hands against them and gave both kneecaps a gentle squeeze trying to press how serious he was with a touch to make it more real. “I get it. I do. But just know? That what I did see was perfect. Just like the rest of you. Okay?”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Um. I dunno. It had my name on it so I opened it. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) When were you going to tell me about the elevator?
( mssg » dave | sent ) Oh God, Dave.. ( mssg » dave | sent ) I’m so sorry. I was going to tell you.. I wrote it down. I was going to give that to you. I couldn’t do it. I should have but I couldn’t and I never meant for you to find out like this. ( mssg » dave | sent ) Can we please talk? Am I even allowed to ask? I understand if the answer is no. Just–whatever happens? Know that I’m so so sorry.
See you and me Have a better time than most can dream Have it better than the best So we can pull on through Whatever tears at us Whatever holds us down And if nothing can be done We’ll make the best of what’s around
“You’re being way too fucking deep for this early hour.” Sebastian murmured under his yawn as he brushed his eyelids. “And I still think it was worth it. Probably.” He chuckled. He didn’t exactly feel like explaining thereasoning behind his late excessive drinking. Admitting Blaine was still in his mind seemed too ridiculous to bear. Blaine probably hadn’t event thought of him on the last three years. Sebastian scrunched his nose back at him when he was teased, then let his lips curl at Blaine’s answer. “We live like champions, rockstar.” He pointed out as he watched Blaine get up before forcing himself to do the same, hoisting himself on the armchairs so he could get to his feet, then accepting Blaine’s hand mid-way. He let it go a tad too quickly afterwards, as though suddenly realizing that was probably the first time they touched hands since they’d first met. As he looked at Blaine, amusement in his bright eyes, and the smile on his lips, he suddenly licked over his own, trying to shake off the will to kiss him. It felt weird, a ghost sensation on them, as though they were trying to recall something. But Blaine had been clear that nothing had happened between them, so they couldn’t have kissed, could they? “Sure, killer. Whatever you say.” Blaine’s evasive remarks were something Sebastian was more than used to, as he was used to ignore the way they chipped away at something in him. Not that he had a lot of expectation even if Blaine DID agree to let Sebastian introduce him to his sheets. He’d known Blaine had had his doubts once, and even wondered if he wasn’t bisexual after all, but that he knew of, it hadn’t gone anywhere. Still, he didn’t let any of that sour that rare morning they were sharing. Instead, letting himself take in the image of a sleepy bed messed Blaine, and smirking as he pretended not to see the other’s reaction to picturing their sex. “You coming?” He asked, roughly, as he passed through the other boy, stretching his arms and letting his shirt ride up, making his way to the kitchen. “I don’t really know where is anything here, so we’re gonna have to search.” He warned over his shoulder.
Blaine curled empty fingers towards his palm after Sebastian’s quickly disappeared. The absence of a palm shouldn’t be something you felt this much. Should it? Somehow? The air hitting his skin shifted from warm and comforting to cold and chasing after filling the void by any means possible. If balling itself into a fist was the best it could do? Then he’d take that. And shove both inside his pockets unaware of the thoughts that his answer put in Sebastian’s mind. How could he understand? Not only because Sebastian was keeping it internalized. But he had no idea the depth of the reasons why. Instead? “Yeah, I’m coming.” Blaine followed along clueless to anything but the small sense of awkwardness that waking up the way they had must have put there. Because what else could it be? Sebastian already gave no signs that he remembered kissing him in the cab the night before. Blaine wasn’t going to bring up the subject. They’d waited years for that moment. Because as oblivious as Blaine knew he could be when it came to matters about himself and what someone else might be feeling towards him? He knew Sebastian was waiting just as badly. Why ruin the perfect day that this morning was turning out to be by explaining to Sebastian that he drunkenly shared and forgot their first kiss? He turned follow as Sebastian’s spine arched in a feline stretch. The pale strip of skin above his waistband drew Blaine’s attention and he felt his chest tighten. It was his turn to feel the phantom press of the other against him during their cab ride. Breath on his cheek that smelled of whiskey barrels and cheap bar mints. The way it felt to let himself feel with someone who he always kept at an arm’s length for both of their good and then–when it wasn’t necessary–by a habit that was built on years of needing to. Thankfully–just as he felt like he was drowning–Sebastian pulled him to the surface. He blinked out of his fog as they walked into the kitchen, lips twisted into a taunting grin. His voice caught up from the scratch he had to clear. “Wait. How do you not know where anything is? Please tell me you know where the coffee’s at? Some mugs, too? Though if we’re really desperate? I guess I can make a pot and we can grab some straws and share it like the desperate coffee fiends we are?” See? Cat Got Your Tongue pause over! Just keep talking and avoid another one. Should be simple. Yeah?
The more she thought about it the more Mr. Shue reminded her of Mr. Matthew’s from that silly tv show she’d never admit to watching. The lesson ALWAYS related to something someone in the group – or multiple – was dealing with. And it wasn’t ironic – typically. It was typically a good thing though since they got to deal with things through something they were passionate about.
“I know, me too. But relevant is probably the SAFEST one.” Kelsey let out a light giggle as she picked at her food a little more nibbling on a forkful every now and then. They didn’t need to get started on that topic. They BOTH knew where that would go – probably. Somethings were better left unsaid or at least implied. Especially when you could understand the implication without it being mentioned.
“Can only hope.” The nearly sarcastic statement came from the teens lips without any thought before she spoke. That was the way she USUALLY approached things but she’d been watching herself a bit to THINK first. Sometimes her words got her into trouble so it was a habit she was trying to break but somethings people really didn’t think much when having a conversation. A smile crept across Kelsey’s face at the offer. “You bet!”
“Perfect,” Blaine grinned as he climbed out of the bench while munching on one last piece of a carrot from his half eaten salad. The rest of it was left as a place to toss his fork and napkin after he dabbed his mouth just in case. “I just want us to sing together as a group this week,” he swallowed down some more water and quickly tossed his garbage in a nearby can.
“After all the fighting each other and the drama it’s brought along?” Not that he should be one to talk. There were several Battle Royals that he was a part of. BUT! They were getting a bit old and Sectionals wasn’t going to wait for any more of their internal bickering. It’d just deliver the trophy to the Warblers while they fell apart at the seams because only half of them were working together. There was a time for competition among them and then there was a time to look at the bigger picture and pull together. That time was about two weeks ago.
“I think we need to remember why we’re all here and love this group so much. So? Today? I’m serious. If anyone starts to even think about stirring the pot? You and I are going to take over and sing something so appealing to all their inner sappy selves–they don’t stand a chance against joining in.” Blaine flashed her a devious, scheming grin and took the corner towards the corridor that lead to the auditorium. “If you don’t mind me putting you on the spot?”
Elliott just stood there until Blaine went, before pulling the shirt shut around him and glancing at the door. He hadn’t meant to come across as angry or harsh, he’d just panicked. A lot. Long fingers began to button up his shirt, stopping half way up before Elliott hesitantly walked across to the kitchen. – with his stomach covered he didn’t feel so bad, thighs, crotch and chest on show like this he could handle – it was just the stomach he held issues with.
He stopped in the doorway, looking somewhere between embarrassed and nervous – almost sheepish in the way he held onto the door frame and essentially peaked around it. “I – I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” He gestured quickly away from his mouth. “Run my mouth,” he’d just been uncomfortable. It was one thing for other people to see him like that, that was bad enough, but for it to be Blaine?! For some reason that just made it worse for Elliott.
Once he was inside the kitchen–Blaine gave a such an apologetic look at the wall that you could swear he was able to see right through it and offer that apology to Elliott on top of the ones he stammered out. Before bolting away to give the man some time to recover. He was doing a shoddy job at doing the same. His attempt to get some water ended up with him knocking several freshly washed dishes into the sink where they clanged loudly but–thankfully–didn’t break. Wincing at his mistake–he quickly grabbed them back out and nabbed a glass with a hard look of determination glared at the poor cup. “Great way to make him feel embarrassed when that was exactly what you were trying not to do, Blaine,” he mumbled to himself using the water coming from the faucet he shoved on to cover his voice.
Blaine turned slightly and aimed a careful glance over his shoulder back to Elliott. Again–eye contact only. Honestly, Elliott had nothing to be uncomfortable about. His body was beyond amazing and it didn’t take seeing him in nothing but his underwear to notice that. But he understood first hand what doubting yourself–in spite of what everyone around you said–felt like. And he wouldn’t wish that one anyone. Especially not Elliott who deserved nothing but to feel good about the person he was. Inside and out. “You’re fine. Please don’t apologize. I didn’t mean to make that weird. I’m really sorry, Elliott.”
He snorts. Blaine was about as threatening as a puppy, and they already proved that Kurt didn’t stand a chance. That’s a cute idea. At least Blaine’s heart was in the right place, but he couldn’t honestly think that would work out well… “Sure, and then we can stitch each other’s wounds. Great bonding exercise..” A sigh. “I know you mean well, Blaine, but there’s nothing we can do about this.” he says with a little shake of his head. He could go into hiding at night, stay in like a normal person. Not only boring but at this point it would be like backing down. And, even if he did, who’s to say that it would help? Stay in for a while, go out again and they try to prove a point by jumping him again when he goes out. Maybe they’ll get him on his way home, or to the store? Who knows. At this point he’s running out of places that feel safe alone- and he is, usually, alone. When he’s not he’s with the skanks, or at night he’s hopefully got someone’s tongue down his throat. Either way it doesn’t help when any of those people would turn tail and leave him there. In fairness, he’d probably do the same, but the point still stood.
Blaine frowns at the snort trying not to get offended that his offer drew that kind of a reaction. That was so not fair. Sure, Kurt was right but he would go down fighting for Kurt to be rid of these guys. No one deserved to go through life constantly looking over their shoulder and afraid. Because..like it or not? He knew Kurt was more than just tired of their antics. Accuse him of being scared? He’d never do that. But who wouldn’t be after ending up in an alleyway the way Blaine found him? “Kurt,” he shook his head and scooted a bit closer but not close enough to be touching him much at all. But he wanted to get his point across and so he slid down against the pillows until they were eye level to one another. “There has to be something we can do because I can see what this is doing to you,” he whispered it softly and without accusation or even letting how deeply he was worried so. It was a concern that showed in his eyes and could be heard in his tone, yes. Restraint kept it from being so much that he’d make Kurt feel like he had to pull away because someone actually worried about him. Blaine didn’t want to lose his chance of being there for him and offering him that place he could feel safe when he needed it. “If you can’t avoid them and don’t think they’re going to get bored or back down, then.. Something’s gotta give. How many are there?”
“I’m beginning to think that the excuse of you running so fast your clothes fell off is to cover up the fact that you not-so-secretively enjoy seeing what reaction you’ll get each time you sneak in here and your clothes end up on my floor before naked you ends up between my sheets.”
The chest touches and hair strokes had Sebastian quickly melting under Blaine’s fingertips already, though he’d never admit it. This felt good. Mhm. He liked this. Yes, Sebastian was truly sorry and now he just wanted Blaine’s attention back. Perhaps we was a little bit too harsh and snarky for it to be considered humorous. But Sebastian totally didn’t have a filter when it came to that stuff! All he could do now is use his sweet, cuddly charm to win his boyfriend back to no reading. In fact he silently demanded it with the way he begged with his eyes and rubbed a thumb on Blaine’s cheek. ❝Me? A brat? No, I’m being sweet…❞ he insists with a pout to his bottom lip. He attempts to get his head closer on Blaine’s lap, headbutting the iPad out of the way just a little. ❝Choose me, not reading. P-p…pl…❞ Dammit he was trying to spit out the P word with all his effort but he just hated saying that word! He had to be strong for the sake of his boyfriend. He must.
❝…..P-please…?❞ he asks sweetly, holding back the cringe that wanted to make apparent on his face. Ouch, that one stung. But he truly wants to be sweet and nice! He needs to! These hair strokes feel too good!
The thumb against his skin made Blaine’s belly fill with butterflies because there was never a time in their relationship where a touch so soft ever didn’t do that. No. Sebastian was using his weakness against him and Blaine licked his lips, pressed them together and plastered his poker face back on. Biting back the urge to burst into a chuckle at Sebastian’s inching around on his lap trying to get his head between him and his iPad was almost an insurmountable task. He sighed heavily and sat his reading material to the side when the overgrown manchild bumped his head insistently against it and rolled his eyes with a grunt trying to pretend he was beyond exasperated. “Really, Sebastian. You’re about as bad as a five year old with too much sugar and a terrible innocent act. So, yes. You are a brat..” Watching Sebastian work through saying the word please killed any willpower he had left to keep from laughing. Blaine nodded slowly trying to encourage him as his lips twitched at their corners. Once The Word was put out into the universe from his other half–Blaine’s head fell back against the bar of the sofa as laughter made his entire body shake. “Oh my God, that looked painful! Why is it so hard for you to say please? Poor thing. Do you need a hug? Was it that bad,” he lifted his head to pout down the jerk who was just insulting him five minutes ago and was now going for the Olympic Gold in Hamming It Up.
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